Page 126 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

I slide my fingers between us, between her legs. She’s saturated. Drenched. Clenching around me, ready.

My mind goes blank.

In seconds, I’ve buried myself in her.

My cock in her cunt. My teeth on her shoulder. I stay there, refusing to move. She’s sobbing, but her pussy is milking me, and she is writhing under me. She gets her arms under her and pushes up, but I wrap my arms around her more securely, and she collapses to the ground again. I use her body to drag myself up, lodging my cock deeper.

There is nothing human left in me.

Just this scent and this bond.

I fuck her hard and fast, barely letting space get between us, grinding my hips into hers to get as much of me into her as I can. I let go of her shoulder, gasping, and pull her head back by her hair, holding my forearm to her mouth.

“Bite!” I growl in a voice so deep and malevolent that it causes a flicker of alarm through the bond from King.

She shudders and slowly opens her mouth.

I growl, a deep warning sound that rattles through both our bodies.

“Bond me, Omega, or suffer the consequences.”

“I’m not an omega.”

They switched back. I don’t care.

“Raven,” I say in a tone that dances with my insanity. “If you don’t bite me and bond me right now, I’m going to bite every inch of your body and leave you as scarred as Pix is tattooed.”

“I can’t bond!” she snarls.

“Do it!” I snap. “Bite me.”

“I’m a beta, Rolly.”

“Alpha. I’m your alpha. You call me Alpha and you bond me.” My snarl is thunder and craziness. I won’t let her go. Not now, not ever.

When she hesitates, I bite down again, giving her a second bonding mark. She cries out, clamping down on me and my forearm.

The bond snaps up. Weak, but it’s there. And then, it suddenly strengthens. Her scent changes.

“Raptor,” I whisper. But it changes again. “Merle.”

Blaze is kneeling in front of us, and he has her wrist in his hand. I don’t know how he got so close, but I can feel him now, his breathing, the bond flaring between us. His scent wrapped around me like a coat that is so comfortable I forgot I was wearing it. The intensity that steals the danger from the world and gives me this feeling of safe acceptance.

I’m distracted by him for a moment, but under my mouth, I sense the change almost instantly. My omega shifts her weight, just a fraction.

Kestrel.

The bonds shine and strengthen, but there’s one more. One missing.

“Daega!” Blaze calls, sensing the reason for my unease and fury.

Pix brushes his fingers over my shoulder, then slides them through the grass. Always touching. His movements are powerful and slow, like he’s savouring this moment or expectating someone to protest. Our omega kneels down, his lips press to her ear, whispering. She gasps, and a low moan slips out, but he continues to speak, words that are just for her. The heat of his body presses against mine, that jam scent tantalyzing. I wait, the world waits. Then he bites her. Her moan is a sob of pain and pleasure, of happiness so intense she’s crying. Pix grunts, and I can just imagine her teeth in his skin. The blood scent fills the air, but I’m distracted because without my sight, I can ‘see’ better. And I can feel them all in her. For one brief, glorious moment, I feel all her alters, and I feel all of us.

She is the bridge that connects us all.

Our alphas stroke her, but I yank her legs further apart and fuck her until she comes on my cock, strangling my flesh. Until she falls apart and the pain and fear she’s feeling vanishes under the pleasure. Until she stops feeling like we’re going to hurt her and remembers how good we make her feel.

I growl.